[spm:] sunshine in the wind with the bald fade gotta keep my dream down cus them laws hate out roof deuce chunking 45. dunkin h town is just like compton kick doors telescope hit folds make you boys sound softer than wet dough stack dollaz went to crack college i like my salad with extra black olives acknowledge keep my lac polished don’t mistake for a f-ckin rap artist im the one that shot slugs in yo hot tub leave yo b-tch -ss screwed and chopped up none left known for car theft but in the kitchen im the one top chef i cool whip it i ain’t bull sh-ttin turn 25oz to a new chicken

[chorus:] smoke bud cus its my therapy, take a 44 slug turn the b-tch to a memory, can show no love, cus these hoes bring jealousy so run them thugs these streets keep calling me (calling me)

[rasheed:] let the bombs fly n-gg- we can all die but wait a second first i gotta tell my mom bye, maybe we can talk it out up in gods sky rasheed got more nuts than pecan pie. im the wrong guy homie i don’t f-ck around i’ve been a gangsta since way before hustle town, sp low g ain’t no holding us there ain’t no holding us, i don’t eat a lot of sweets but i smoke a bunch, you can go to lunch and n-gg- you could go to h-ll, i f-cked the radio this sh-t is still going to sell, like i told my b-tch if im ever killed, you neva gonna find another m-th-f-cka more real, but say los maybe we can get some airplay and talk about some of that bullsh-t that they say. all my ladies in the house say “ohhhhh” d-mn i forgot im in this b-tch all alone.

[chorus:] smoke bud cus its my therapy, take a 44 slug turn the b-tch to a memory, can show no love, cus these hoes bring/greed jealousy so run them thugs these streets keep calling me (calling me)

[spm:] los is a crawler, house-ton got taller up in h town move slow lie koala 20’s on the prawler starring at the mirror 17 coats to make the paint clearer. up in my ride got more nuts than my pride keep a few hoes that i f-ck on the side. paper chase me crib on the lake, ride through the tre, sfree wheel skater. breaker 1-9 sh-tting in the sunshine my nextel phone sound like the love line, all day service got jane burnin my weed is lime green like frog named kermit, bustin f-ck the reprocaution, blast him right before the radio lunch in, bl–dy murder, not much of a converser cus i say more bad words than a computer cursor.

[chorus:] smoke bud cus its my therapy, take a 44 slug turn the b-tch to a memory, can show no love, cus these hoes bring jealousy so run them thugs these streets keep calling me (calling me)